"For the last time kid you can't stay here unless you give me your weapon." A thickset man said in a gruff voice. "I didn't see you take that guys sword when he wanted a room." I said as I glared at him "That's because you can't burn down an inn with a sword!" He yelled before continuing "Either you give me those gloves or you'll have to sleep outside." He said while crossing his arms. "I swear old man if anything happens to these gloves you'll be the owner of a pile of ash." I say while taking my gloves off "Yeah and you'll probably never be let into another inn ever again." He said while taking the gloves.
Groaning as I remember the events that transpired yesterday I slowly open my eyes and sit up in my bed.
"Why did I let him take my gloves? I feel so bare without them" I say while getting out of bed. "Well might as well get them" I think as I head downstairs to where everyone was eating.
"Hey old man can I have my gloves back yet?" I ask as I walk up to the front desk.
"Yeah yeah yeah just take them, more trouble then their worth." He says while putting them on the counter.
"See ya later" I mumble while walking out the door where there was a large muscular man was standing in front of someone, it was hard to tell with the first guy in the way. As I stood in the doorway I was able to hear the big guy ask "Does it take a lot of you to make that explosion?" "Wait that big explosion was caused by that guy?" So that was you huh? I was wondering what that was. So how did you do it? A big bomb?" I say while walking around the side of the big guy.
Name: Lucy "Flamer" Pyre
Age: 17
Class: Pyrotechnic
Chosen Deity (If not, put "None"): Zona
Expertise: Fire, fire, fire oh and did I mention fire?
Weapon: "The face burner 3000" (In reality it's a pair of heat resistant gloves that are set on fire that she uses to punch enemies in the face with fire.)
Appearance:
Bio: Lucy was born into a family of farmers in a rather calm and peaceful community. She was taught about the gods from her parents, and while she barely payed attention to any of them she had always liked learning about Zona. She found it fascinating that a god could create such....flammable creatures. Unbeknownst to her parents Lucy had a little pyromaniac in her ever since she had accidentally burned a basket of corn when her father had left her alone when he was called for a town meeting. Every since then things have inexplicably caught fire whenever she was around. By the time she turned 16 they had finally connected the dots after she had burned down the town hall. They were just about to burn her until a large tainted attacked the community. As soon as Lucy saw that majestic beast she knew that she had to burn it. So after a bit of begging the town thought "what the heck" and let her try and face the tainted. Now tainted may be strong, but if you punch something with fire enough times it's going to go down. After defeating the tainted the town offered her total amnesty for her crimes if she agreed to never burn anything again. Now that didn't work well for Lucy so in the nicest way possible she declined by spitting a flaming lugie right at the elders feet before walking away. Now at the age of 17 she actively seeks ways to make people see the beauty of her fire by burning any tainted she comes across.
"Hey Jake hurry up with those bombs, the guys are getting antsy." A tall African-American man said as he lighted a cigarette.
"I'm working on it Nate, and you'd better put that cigarette before you blow all of us straight to hell." I growl as I focus on my work.
"Well hurry it up we're heading to the base in 15 whether your done or not, and I don't think that the boss wouldn't be too happy if we lost everything we worked fo-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence as it's hard to talk when your forced against a wall and have a gun in your mouth.
"Now you listen to me." I say in a low voice before continuing
"If it wasn't for me you would still be squabbling to survive in this stain of a hideout. How many times have my bombs nabbed us some actual food instead of sewer rats? And what about that snitch huh? Do you think he would've told us about that raid if he didn't have a pyro bomb strapped to his chest? If it wasn't for me and everything that I've done you'd all be lying face own in your own blood!" I yell as I threw him out of my "work area" and out into the group.
"Now you're going to apologize to me in front of everyone or else I swear to god when you die you'll be buried in a soup can!" I yell while pointing the gun right at his head.
"O-okay! I'm sorry just can you please hurry up so we don't all die?"
"Well that's all it takes!" I say before darting into my work area and returning with a bag full of my bombs.
"Now remember you need to plant these where they'll take out the most troops or else they'll go to waste."
By now the whole group was looking at me with a mix of fear, respect and disdain.
"Well? What are you waiting for? GO!" I yell while firing my pistol once into the air, making everyone scurry out the exit and towards our HQ.
"This is going to be a fun night." I say to myself as I start to walk towards the exit.
(Yes first page claim!)
Name: Jake "The Tank" Roberts
Age:((18-30)) 25
Bio: Tell me what do you get when you combine a pyrotechnics expert, a drinking problem and a gun nut? You get something like Jake. Jake was born in New York in 2089 where his father worked as a pyrotechnics consultant for all major events in the area. He even did work for the benefit concert to help those who lost their parents who served in the military. Honestly Jake had never heard something more idiotic in his entire life. Why should he care if some little girl lost her parents when the whole entire world was going to . When he was 19 his father was killed after a riot at a concert when he was lynched for aiding the government in their "benefit" concerts. After that Jake went into hiding in fear of being lynched like his father. That's when he met up with the UWOR while hiding in what he thought was an abandoned sewer tunnel. Due to his father teaching him how to work pyrotechnics during his jobs he was given a spot as the UWOR's demolition expert. Now after 6 years of perfecting his craft he's finally ready to "explode" into the spotlight.
CUF or UWOR: UWOR
Appearance:file:///C:/Users/Adam/Downloads/RP%20male.jpg
Inventory: Glock 20, 2 10mm magazines, bottle of Jack Daniels, Lighter
Other:
Support.
Honestly I like this idea a lot. It would probably make me want to build a lot of shelters all around the map in case I need to make an all out sprint to escape those zombies.
Also if you die in hardcore multiplayer you'll get the message "You have died. Game over man, it's game over!" and your banned from the server. The reason says: Death on hardcore and if you try and join it says "You are banned from this server!"
Lets take a page out of Rooster Teeth for this one. Once again you find their base and go inside. Now to do this you'll need a lot of dirt blocks, a steel pick (or diamond depending on what the roofs made of) and a bucket of water (Or lava if their really good friends.) First go inside their house and make a tower of dirt one block under the roof and then one on the side so you could stand there. Second you have to break the roof block over you and step onto your platform. Third you have to place the block on top of the dirt tower so it looks out of place. After that break your tower and go outside. Go on top of the house to where you moved the block where there should be an indent. Place the water (or lava) inside of the indent and wait until the player gets home. After that hide in his house until he notices the out of place block and breaks it releasing the water/lava.
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"I didn't see you take that guys sword when he wanted a room." I said as I glared at him
"That's because you can't burn down an inn with a sword!" He yelled before continuing "Either you give me those gloves or you'll have to sleep outside." He said while crossing his arms.
"I swear old man if anything happens to these gloves you'll be the owner of a pile of ash." I say while taking my gloves off
"Yeah and you'll probably never be let into another inn ever again." He said while taking the gloves.
Groaning as I remember the events that transpired yesterday I slowly open my eyes and sit up in my bed.
"Why did I let him take my gloves? I feel so bare without them" I say while getting out of bed.
"Well might as well get them" I think as I head downstairs to where everyone was eating.
"Hey old man can I have my gloves back yet?" I ask as I walk up to the front desk.
"Yeah yeah yeah just take them, more trouble then their worth." He says while putting them on the counter.
"See ya later" I mumble while walking out the door where there was a large muscular man was standing in front of someone, it was hard to tell with the first guy in the way. As I stood in the doorway I was able to hear the big guy ask "Does it take a lot of you to make that explosion?"
"Wait that big explosion was caused by that guy?" So that was you huh? I was wondering what that was. So how did you do it? A big bomb?" I say while walking around the side of the big guy.
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Age: 17
Class: Pyrotechnic
Chosen Deity (If not, put "None"): Zona
Expertise: Fire, fire, fire oh and did I mention fire?
Weapon: "The face burner 3000" (In reality it's a pair of heat resistant gloves that are set on fire that she uses to punch enemies in the face with fire.)
Appearance:
Bio: Lucy was born into a family of farmers in a rather calm and peaceful community. She was taught about the gods from her parents, and while she barely payed attention to any of them she had always liked learning about Zona. She found it fascinating that a god could create such....flammable creatures. Unbeknownst to her parents Lucy had a little pyromaniac in her ever since she had accidentally burned a basket of corn when her father had left her alone when he was called for a town meeting. Every since then things have inexplicably caught fire whenever she was around. By the time she turned 16 they had finally connected the dots after she had burned down the town hall. They were just about to burn her until a large tainted attacked the community. As soon as Lucy saw that majestic beast she knew that she had to burn it. So after a bit of begging the town thought "what the heck" and let her try and face the tainted. Now tainted may be strong, but if you punch something with fire enough times it's going to go down. After defeating the tainted the town offered her total amnesty for her crimes if she agreed to never burn anything again. Now that didn't work well for Lucy so in the nicest way possible she declined by spitting a flaming lugie right at the elders feet before walking away. Now at the age of 17 she actively seeks ways to make people see the beauty of her fire by burning any tainted she comes across.
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"I'm working on it Nate, and you'd better put that cigarette before you blow all of us straight to hell." I growl as I focus on my work.
"Well hurry it up we're heading to the base in 15 whether your done or not, and I don't think that the boss wouldn't be too happy if we lost everything we worked fo-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence as it's hard to talk when your forced against a wall and have a gun in your mouth.
"Now you listen to me." I say in a low voice before continuing
"If it wasn't for me you would still be squabbling to survive in this stain of a hideout. How many times have my bombs nabbed us some actual food instead of sewer rats? And what about that snitch huh? Do you think he would've told us about that raid if he didn't have a pyro bomb strapped to his chest? If it wasn't for me and everything that I've done you'd all be lying face own in your own blood!" I yell as I threw him out of my "work area" and out into the group.
"Now you're going to apologize to me in front of everyone or else I swear to god when you die you'll be buried in a soup can!" I yell while pointing the gun right at his head.
"O-okay! I'm sorry just can you please hurry up so we don't all die?"
"Well that's all it takes!" I say before darting into my work area and returning with a bag full of my bombs.
"Now remember you need to plant these where they'll take out the most troops or else they'll go to waste."
By now the whole group was looking at me with a mix of fear, respect and disdain.
"Well? What are you waiting for? GO!" I yell while firing my pistol once into the air, making everyone scurry out the exit and towards our HQ.
"This is going to be a fun night." I say to myself as I start to walk towards the exit.
(Yes first page claim!)
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Age:((18-30)) 25
Bio: Tell me what do you get when you combine a pyrotechnics expert, a drinking problem and a gun nut? You get something like Jake. Jake was born in New York in 2089 where his father worked as a pyrotechnics consultant for all major events in the area. He even did work for the benefit concert to help those who lost their parents who served in the military. Honestly Jake had never heard something more idiotic in his entire life. Why should he care if some little girl lost her parents when the whole entire world was going to . When he was 19 his father was killed after a riot at a concert when he was lynched for aiding the government in their "benefit" concerts. After that Jake went into hiding in fear of being lynched like his father. That's when he met up with the UWOR while hiding in what he thought was an abandoned sewer tunnel. Due to his father teaching him how to work pyrotechnics during his jobs he was given a spot as the UWOR's demolition expert. Now after 6 years of perfecting his craft he's finally ready to "explode" into the spotlight.
CUF or UWOR: UWOR
Appearance:file:///C:/Users/Adam/Downloads/RP%20male.jpg
Inventory: Glock 20, 2 10mm magazines, bottle of Jack Daniels, Lighter
Other:
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Even though I wouldn't need anything like this for Korean and Swedish players.
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It would be interesting to see how bad griefing would get if this was implemented.
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Honestly I like this idea a lot. It would probably make me want to build a lot of shelters all around the map in case I need to make an all out sprint to escape those zombies.
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Indeed.
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